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"Wondrous it is to see in diverse mindes / How diversely Love doth his pageant play, / And shows his power in variable kindes. " / Spenser.
The days went on. It was nearly a fortnight past the New Year, and nothing of moment had happened. Arthur's letter, written on Christmas Day, had been duly received, but it, any more than its predecessors, gave no clue to his present quarters. But to his sisters -- to Nina especially -- there was a softer tone in it; it was less bitter and yet less morbid. He wrote of his intense wish to see them, of his _hope_ that he had acted rightly, of his earnest trust that some day they would, Lettice above all, learn to think of him as no longer one to be ashamed of, as a poor miserable failure. In all this there was comfort to Nina, but not to Lettice.